This Evening
Glyxxin
i walk the tightrope slowly,
you turned me off
your thread is closing tightly,
to drop your bombs.
inside of tight-looped circles
your puke is raining on the crowd,
we tried to tell you softly
but now your voice is so loud.
your life is for their radio;
turn out the lights and let it go.
we tried to tell you softly
(you lied)
but you would not go nicely
(you lied)
From Letras Mania